One afternoon, YUMA started to burn up. She couldn’t respond any of our voices nor touches anymore. Her eyelids were half open all the time. I wished and somehow knew that she could see us, understand what we say. That’s why I never cried. Even once.

BROKE and barely making money from bed to support my dog. Had no idea how to grow my business. Only thing I could think of was ‘I couldn’t let my cute little buddy (my dog) die of hunger. And so I couldn’t die either to protect and keep feeding him.’